Just Maybe... Ch. 05

I opened my lust filled and very confused eyes to look up at him. The look on his face made me shiver. He had a grin on there that could melt the entire arctic region, and there was a gleam in his eyes that I did not like in the least... I had a sneaky feeling I was in for a tease session. I whimpered and rocked my hips against his, but it was no use. He gently slid up and down along my extremely wet slit, but never pushed inside me. I rocked my hips against his, I tugged at my hands, but he was not budging.

His lips moved down to take one of my nipples into his mouth and he began a round of sucking and nipping that had my entire head spinning so much I thought for sure it was gonna fall off any second. I was doing so much moaning I also thought the entire staff of the building could hear me. It felt like hours, but was only minutes until finally I could take no more. "Makkail, please..." I begged softly, looking up at him with the most pitiful look I could muster. He grinned again and slowly eased just the tip of his thick cock into my tight cunt. He had stretched me out the night before but I'd tightened up at least a little bit, and it felt delicious to be stretched again.

He moaned, obviously on the edge of his control, but determined to tease me at least a little bit more. I wasn't about to have any more of that, and I managed to lean up enough, even with my hands held down, to get a good, solid lick in at the side of his neck, running my tongue almost all the way up to his ear. He let out a strangled growl and that was that. He pumped his hips and I felt him slam into me to the hilt, burying his entire cock inside me in mere seconds. I bit back a scream, toning it down to a muffled whimper as my eyes rolled back into my head.

Where we had definitely made love the previous night, today he fucked me, pure and simple. He pulled out and sunk into me to the hilt over and over again at a steady, but hard pace. He held my hands above my head the entire time, and the feeling of being pinned just made it all better. My slick walls hugged him as he fucked me and it didn't take long before I was softly crying out my wild orgasm. He came a few moments later, his hot cum splashing inside me as he cut back a roar and moaned softly into my shoulder, where his head had sunk. We lay there, panting wildly for a few moments.

He was still inside me, his cock softening slowly, my pussy still occasionally spasming around him. I let out a breath.

"Well." I said softly. "I'm definitely glad I came to see you." I said softly, smiling up at him. He grinned tiredly down at me and nuzzled me gently. My cellphone chose that moment to ring and I was suddenly glad it hadn't rung at any other...awkward... moment.

I reached down to grab my jeans and pulled it out of my pocket.

"It's Marcus, I gotta answer it." I said softly. Makkail nodded, and I flipped the small silver cellphone open, holding it to my ear.

"Hey, Marcus." Marcus's rather worried voice carried over the phone.

"Aria, I need you to come see me, alright?"

"What, like right now?" I said in dismay.

"Yes, like right now, it's important. You don't sing at Mac's tonight, you have plenty of time." I sighed, putting one hand to my forehead. Suddenly I was Grand Central Station.

"Alright." I hung up and looked down at Makkail with a small smile.

"I gotta go, sweetie. I'm gonna go see Marcus and then I'll head home and wait for you to come. If I can walk, that is." I grinned and he smiled, kissing me gently.

"Be careful, sweetheart." He said seriously and I nodded.

"I will be. You need to be careful coming to see me tonight too. Now help me find my clothes."

We found my clothes and his pants and I was dressed in a few moments. I kissed Makkail goodbye and headed back down through the trapdoor. In a few moments I was back in the elevator on the way back down. This time, I got a few looks, not only because I didn't have my box with me, but because I probably smelled quite a bit of sex. I blushed but ignored the looks and stepped out into the main hall, heading for the front door. The receptionist looked up from her computer. "You took awhile, did you get lost?" I shook my head. "Nope, just got caught up in something." I said with a grin. I stepped outside and realized something. I'd swallowed my gum.

Marcus was waiting outside the station when I finally pulled up and parked. I'd had the windows open the entire way and I'd used a little bit of the emergency perfume I kept in the car, so I knew I didn't smell of sex anymore. I gave him a hug and then pulled back, looking up at him.

"Okay, what's so important you had to drag me down here?" He gave me a curious look.

"You live uptown, but you came from downtown, what were you doing?" I shrugged.

"I was at the mall." He nodded slowly and then sighed.

"Listen Aria. I did some checking. Mike Wallace has an airtight alibi for the night Jim Hendrix dissapeared. That doesn't mean some of his low-life thugs didn't do it but I can't proceed any further without any solid proof."

I glared at him.

"Marcus, I KNOW he did it. You're just gonna have to trust me." Marcus groaned.

"I do trust you, Aria, but I just can't accuse someone without proof, and I can't investigate without reasonable suspicion either. I'm sorry, but I can't proceed any further with this." I sighed.

"Okay Marcus. I understand." I gave him a half hearted grin and turned to go.

"Wait, Aria. Do NOT try to take this on yourself." I turned and gave him the best innocent look I could muster.

"Me?" He glared.

"Yes you. I know you."

"Okay, Marcus. Have a good night, okay?" I turned to go again, but Marcus spoke up behind me.

"Promise me, Aria."

"Promise you what?" I said, irritably, turning for the second time.

"Promise me you're not going to try to solve this thing on your own." I hesitated, then sighed, clasping my hands behind my back.

"I promise." Marcus studied me for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright. Drive safely Ari." I nodded and turned to go, bringing my hands around to the front and looking down. My fingers were crossed.